Chuxia left the house around six o’clock, right at the peak of rush hour. The traffic was congested, and her car moved slowly in the long line.
Sitting in the car, Chuxia stared blankly out of the window, for the first time hoping that the road would be forever jammed so that she wouldn’t reach Silver Sea Restaurant and wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Shi Che.
However, reality was ultimately cruel. No matter how slow the car was, it gradually approached the Silver Sea Restaurant.
When the towering Yinhai Building came into view, Chuxia’s heart quivered slightly, and her hand slowly clenched.
Due to the severe congestion, the car had been at a standstill for about ten minutes. Chuxia glanced at the time; what should have been a journey of over an hour had almost stretched to two hours, and it was nearly eight o’clock.
She looked ahead at the sea of cars and then at the nearby Yinhai Building, thinking that it would only take a five-minute walk from there.
She still didn’t want to be late, after all... it was their last date.
So, she said to the driver, "I’ll get off here."
After paying the fare, Chuxia opened the door, walked around the stationary cars on the roadway, and headed toward the sidewalk, when suddenly, a motorcycle burst through the gaps between cars.
Its speed was extreme; and since many vehicles were stopped, blocking her view, she didn’t see the motorcycle coming.
The vehicle rushed toward her like lightning, causing Chuxia’s pupils to dilate as her eyes widened. She instinctively stretched out her hand, shielding her stomach as the motorcycle drew close.
The motorcyclist finally saw Chuxia. In the moment before hitting her, he swiftly twisted the handlebars, slightly veering off course. He avoided a direct hit, but still brushed past Chuxia’s body.
Chuxia was knocked off balance by the impact, and she fell heavily to the ground. As she hit the ground, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, her complexion turning pale instantly, her hands unconsciously covering her abdomen, her face crumpled in pain.
The motorcyclist quickly braked, the tires screeching on the ground. He immediately got off and rushed to Chuxia, who was lying on the ground in agony, evidently panicked.
He crouched down, not daring to touch her recklessly, and asked anxiously, "Miss, are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. It wasn’t intentional!"
Chuxia’s stomach pain became increasingly apparent. She even felt a warm flow rushing downward; cold sweat began to bead on her forehead. She couldn’t pay attention to the motorcyclist’s apologies. With great difficulty, she raised her hand and grabbed the motorcyclist’s arm, squeezing it unconsciously, her voice trembling, "My child... Take me to the hospital, quickly take me to the hospital!"
Chuxia’s voice was so weak, yet the hand gripping the motorcyclist’s arm was immensely forceful, as if she was using all her strength. The motorcyclist was shaken by her grip and then quickly realized, "Yes, yes, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!"
The motorcyclist reached out, carefully picked up Chuxia, and placed her on his motorcycle. He instructed her to hold on tight, then started the vehicle, and sped towards the hospital.